263: Chapter 263 Junior Sister Xia will definitely offer herself in marriage!

"No." Meng Zilang waved his hand, a determined smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "I just sensed that Spiritual Qi vortex. I'm afraid a Fellow Daoist is breaking through a Bottleneck and is in urgent need of a Protector. Junior Sister Xia and I are from the same Sect, so I should naturally go and assist."

Hearing this, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator's mouth twitched slightly.

Assist?

Are you going to assist, or are you going to cause trouble?

But he didn't dare say those words out loud. Who didn't know Meng Zilang's reputation in the Sect? Relying on his grandfather being an Elder, he spent his days bullying others and had even snatched away many people's Dao Companions. Yet, because of his grandfather's Face, everything always ended up being swept under the rug.

One could not afford to offend such a playboy.

"Senior Brother Meng is right." The Foundation Establishment Cultivator nodded hurriedly, his Face full of smiles. "Shall I register it for you now?"

"No rush." Meng Zilang waved his hand, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as a meaningful smile curled on his lips. "I'll go to the market first to buy a few gifts and give Junior Sister Xia a surprise."

After saying that, he turned and strode out of the Rental Office, transforming into a streak of light and speeding toward the Immortal City Market.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator looked at his back and sighed softly.

"I hope nothing goes wrong..."

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Inside the Immortal Cave, the floor was a mess.

A pink Dudou, moon-white silk stockings, and a water-blue palace dress were scattered across the floor, tangled with messy silk cushions, silently telling of the absurdity and lingering passion of the past few days.

Deep inside the Immortal Cave, the jade bed covered with soft silk cushions had long since been moved to the wall. At this moment, a slender and graceful figure was leaning against the wall with both hands, her ten delicate fingers gripping the smooth stone surface tightly,

her knuckles slightly white from the force.

A cascade of jet-black hair fell over her smooth shoulders and back, swaying gently with the movements of the person behind her, like willow catkins in the wind.

Xia Qingyue now only had a loose moon-white Dudou left on her body, barely covering her front, but it had long since become a crumpled mess from the repeated tossing and turning of the past few days, offering little protection. Below, a pair of bare jade feet stepped on the cold stone floor, her ten toes lined up like pearls, exquisite and cute, currently slightly on tiptoe, revealing a delicate pink on the soles of her feet.

"Qingyue, how do you feel?"

Ye Changge's voice came from behind, low and gentle, yet carrying a hint of concern that was hard to hide.

His hands were placed on that slender waist, and a warm, jade-like sensation came from his palms. During these few days of Dual Cultivation, not only was Xia Qingyue breaking through, but he himself had also benefited greatly. The Origin power of the Taiyin Spiritual Body had produced a mysterious resonance with his Yin Yang Creation Art, and his cultivation had surprisingly stepped firmly from the Sixth Level of Foundation Establishment to the seventh level, with his Foundation becoming increasingly stable.

Xia Qingyue turned her head slightly, revealing a profile flushed with a peach-blossom red from her arousal.

Those eyes, which were usually cold as ice and kept people a thousand miles away, were now shimmering with water, with the lingering colors of spring still at the corners of her eyes, yet she struggled to maintain a trace of clarity.

"Thank you... Fellow Daoist Ye."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a post-coital laziness and softness, making her seem like a completely different person from the ice-cold True Disciple of the Lingxiao Sect she usually was.

"Thanks to Fellow Daoist, this concubine's Cultivation Technique and state of mind Bottleneck have been broken, and my cultivation has reached the Late-stage Foundation Establishment Stage."

Hearing this, a sense of relief welled up in Ye Changge's heart.

As expected, his guess was correct. Xia Qingyue's Breakthrough this time was not an ordinary minor Realm increase, but a result of long-term accumulation, breaking through directly from Foundation Establishment Mid-stage to the Late-stage Foundation Establishment Stage! What she had crossed was not just a minor Realm, but a chasm that countless Cultivators struggle to cross in their entire lives.

He hadn't wasted these days of "toiling away."

"That's good."

Ye Changge said warmly.

"Mhm..."

Xia Qingyue let out a soft groan, her forehead resting against the cold stone wall, her chest heaving violently. Fine beads of sweat seeped out of her fair skin, shimmering with a lustrous glow under the spiritual light of the Immortal Cave.

In these few days, she had experienced the strange sensation of falling from the clouds to the mortal world, and then ascending back to the clouds from the mortal world.

Initially, she only wanted to use the Yang Qi within Ye Changge's body to help herself break through the Bottleneck of the Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art.

The first time, she was so nervous her whole body was stiff, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth biting her lip, looking as if she were going to a heroic death.

At that time, Ye Changge didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stopped to comfort her for a long time and explained the principles of Yin and Yang blending and mutual benefit in detail before she gradually relaxed.

And then...

Came the absurdity of these past few days.

From her initial passive endurance to her later awkward responses, to now... she was already able to turn her head slightly, look at the person behind her with those shimmering eyes, and softly say, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

The speed of this transformation was hard for even her to believe.

Perhaps it was because of the Cultivation Technique.

She comforted herself in her heart this way.

The Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art emphasizes "forgetting emotion," not "being emotionless." To forget emotion, one must first know emotion. If one does not know what emotion is, how can one speak of "forgetting"?

These few days of Dual Cultivation had allowed her to truly experience what "emotion" was—the feeling of being treated gently and cared for meticulously, the throbbing of skin-to-skin intimacy and the blending of soul and flesh, all of which she had never experienced in her twenty-plus years of cold and lonely cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..."

Xia Qingyue turned her head slightly, her voice soft:

"This concubine's cultivation has just broken through and is not yet stable. I still need Fellow Daoist... to help me stabilize it for a few more days."

Hearing this, a smile curled at the corners of Ye Changge's mouth.

"I shall certainly be of service."

His palms moved slowly up from her waist, gently stroking her smooth back, while a strand of pure Yang Qi was transferred from his palm, slowly wandering along her Meridians, helping her refine the Spiritual Qi that had not yet been fully absorbed and stabilizing her newly broken-through, still flighty Foundation.

Xia Qingyue gave a soft "Mhm," rested her forehead against the stone wall, and closed her eyes.

Allowing the person behind her to do as he pleased.

Ye Changge also continued to toil away, helping her stabilize her Cultivation Technique while also constantly consolidating and balancing his own Yin-Yang Dao Foundation.

The Immortal Cave was once again filled with the atmosphere of spring.

Xia Qingyue leaned against the wall, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She felt the continuous flow of Yang Qi into her body, and a strange feeling she had never felt before welled up in her heart.

Peace of mind.

Security.

It was as if as long as this person was there, she didn't have to worry about anything.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..."

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a trace of dependency that was hard to detect.

"Hmm?"

Ye Changge responded, his movements not stopping.

"It's nothing..."

Xia Qingyue bit her lip, ultimately not saying the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She simply leaned her head against the stone wall and closed her eyes.

Allowing that person to carry her further and further away on the waves of spirit and desire.